The man in black answered without any grudges: "The driver and the gardener."

"Why is this not the place you should come?" Wu Sheng suddenly spoke.

The man in black raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You have too many problems."

Wu Sheng wiped the rain from his face and took two steps forward.

The man in black was startled and stepped back with caution: "What are you doing?"

Wu Sheng shrugged: "Help you take off your mask."

"No." The man in black refused decisively.

Xu Wang raised the small steel needle and made a gesture to stab.

The man in black: "…I will do it myself."

Four words, gritting teeth.

After saying that, he really picked it up, without any delay in his movements.

"Satisfied?" Without any cover, the man in black raised his face and looked at the two of them provocatively.

It was a strange young man's face, with healthy wheat-colored skin, exuding vitality and vitality. His facial features were not as handsome as Chi Zhuolin's knife-carving and axe-carved, but he was also a little handsome. There was a hint of unruly between his eyebrows and firm eyes. Like him, he exuded a vigorous and wild power.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng looked at him for several seconds, but still couldn't match this face with anyone in their memory.

"Have you seen enough?" Obviously this person is a person who is not patient.

Xu Wang walked to Wu Sheng and negotiated calmly: "We saved you, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

Don’t you want to find Chi Yingxue? I’ll take you there!——The young man of course remembers his promise. But at this moment, he looked up and down at Xu Wang and Wu Sheng: “You have to tell me who you are and why you have to find that guy.”

"We don't doubt you, are you going to be on guard against us first?" Xu Wang was speechless.

"Don't trust anyone," the young man smiled, his voice soft and gentle, "In this world, even himself cannot be trusted."

Xu Wang narrowed his eyes slightly. At that moment, a familiar feeling flashed by, but it was too fast, so fast that it could not be caught.

He calmed down and refused to let him go: "You want to know our identity, you can, but you have to exchange your identity."

He never makes a loss deal. The other party wants to find their bottom, but they also want to find their bottom.

"My identity?" The young man seemed to hear a joke and was amused, "Then you will be disappointed. I don't have a household registration, no ID card, no temporary residence permit, so I'll be a black household here."

Wu Sheng's lips were pursed and he said nothing.

Xu Wang was even more confused when he heard this, so he asked the most direct question first: "Name, there are always names."

"Oh, that's it," the young man pinched the wet black clothes that were stuck to his chest and shook them off, "My name is King of Hell."

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng were stunned, and forgot to speak to the strange face.

The rain slowed down, but the yard was filled with mist, just like the garden dreams in the play. In the fine fog, it was both empty and real, and both illusory and real.

...

Kuang Jinxin chased the child to the end of the corridor. The figure flashed and disappeared. What appeared in front of him was a wall, a small door on the wall. The door was so short that it was only at his waist.

The appearance of this wall and this door are abrupt, just like someone is inserted into a through corridor, cutting off the corridor and blocking the way for people coming and going.

Kuang Jinxin smelled the smell of orange soda again.

The smell seemed to be there or there was nothing, like a kind of traction in the dark, leading him to the depths of the unknown.

Holding his breath, Kuang Jinxin reached out to push the small door.

The door opened with a creaking sound, and no trace of light came out from it.

He bent down and lit up his phone to shine inside. The light occasionally passed through some spines, but it was too far to see clearly.

After thinking about it, he still got in.

The space inside looked much more spacious than outside. Kuang Jinxin straightened his waist, looked around with his mobile phone flashlight, and finally saw clearly that this was a study room.

About twenty square meters, there are bookshelves around it, mostly thick hardcover books, with gold-plated fonts, which make the bookshelf full.

There is nothing else except books and bookshelf, and there is no decoration, and the walls and ground are covered in dust.

Kuang Jinxin walked closer to a bookshelf and picked up a book. As soon as he picked it up, he was stunned. The book was extremely light and like an empty shell.

He hurriedly pulled out the tree, and it was indeed just a fake book for decoration.

Many cafes and restaurants will use such fake books to decorate the storefront, including some private residences. It is normal to decorate the storefront with words, but here, why do you still have these fake books in such a simple and insulated secretarial room that is impossible to entertain people?

If these fake books are not intended to fill the storefront, what are they intended to do?

Have they encountered anything related to books along the way?

Kuang Jinxin thought hard and hated that he didn't have the mind like a military advisor...

Wait a moment!

Book?

Password letter!

Mother's book!

Kuang Jinxin was frightened by his whimsical thoughts, and reason told him that he would not be so coincidental, but intuition told him that in this world, don’t believe what should be believed, and don’t doubt what should be doubted.

No longer in vain thinking, Kuang Jinxin directly pulled out the fake books on the bookshelf one by one and checked them one by one!

Every time he checked one, he put it on the ground aside, checked the bookshelf on a bookshelf, and then fumbled the bookshelf he had taken to the time.

Just checked all the way, and soon, the ground was filled with fake books, and there were almost no footsteps on the ground.

Most of the battery of the mobile phone is consumed by the lasting flashlight.

There was still the last one left in the bookshelf, so Kuang Jinxin stepped on the fake book and continued to flip through it.

Finally, when I touched a dark red book, I paused.

That book has weight.

Kuang Jinxin couldn't wait to pull out the book, and the cold light of his mobile phone illuminated the words on the cover - "Mother Goose's Children's Rhyme".

He knows, he knows!

Kuang Jinxin was ecstatic and wanted to announce to the whole world that he had reasoned correctly!

But after a second thought, it doesn't work, and it has not been verified yet. Only when the password is really matched will it mean that he guessed correctly.

Password, password...what do those four sets of numbers come from?

The classmate who was "suspected to be a mother's body" later fell into the memory desert after realizing it.

The password letter was on his military advisor, and he had only seen the letter a few times.

120…36…8…

Kuang Jinxin racked his brains, thinking that his hair was about to catch his baldness, but there were only a few vague numbers.
Chapter completed!